Creative Writing, Paula

Not Invited

Once again I'm not invited. I thought this happens only when you are a child or a teenager at most. Not at this age. Not again and again and again. Once again I'm not invited. But what if I do have something to say? Who will I tell it to? My alien friend. Will you be my companion, my pal? Will you, dear unknown stranger, stick with me tonight? Just this night - that's all I'm asking for. Together, we can confirm our existence to one another. I need you to do that for me - tonight. Confirm me. Comfort me. Be my witness. For I cannot confirm myself. I cannot comfort myself. Be the witness of my last words. For tomorrow I will fall silent for the rest of my life.

I'm inviting you to let me guide you through this. For there are rules to be obeyed. Rules I need to tell you, Rules without which I cannot continue.

Rule Number One: You ask no questions. Your only purpose is to confirm my existence by listening to me. You may talk when addressed. Speak clearly in short sentences and in a low voice.

Rule Number Two: You don't look at me. For my image will distract you from my words. And my words tonight are precious. Just because they will be my last.

Rule Number Three: This will stay between you and me. You will keep this a secret.

As these are my last words, you might think I must have chosen them carefully. I did not. I will not pretend to some kind of wisdom ready for you. I will have no advise, no vision, no answers. I just want you to listen to me even if I don't know what to say.

What it means to have no audience From tomorrow on I will never speak again. Decide to remain silent Silence as resistance

I need you to mirror me. To compensate, to comfort. For I can't confirm

Witness

Memory

Maybe only writing because never having to read it In fact i chose this form in order to avoid audience